I am so far from perfect, nowhere near content.
My mind runs constantly.
So many good days
Too many days with tears.
What am I in this world? Not much if you ask me.
Wait, no...mind runs...
You are so much! it tells me
Why are you hurting yourself?
Love yourself. Hug yourself.
Pride.
Shame.
Fear.
Joy.
All the time.
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